What Is a Man?

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I don’t pretend to

understand

the intricate complexities of

who and

what I really am –

 

an ego housed in a

body it’s true, with

hopes and dreams,

fears and doubts,

desires…

 

to be or have or do

something

more.

 

A history,

memories…

 

some of pain and suffering,

some of light and joy.

 

And that’s not all…

 

I’m the rich inheritor of a long

lineage of DNA that

bespoke who I have

become –

 

the kink in my hair,

my slender wrists and ankles,

the veins breaking through my skin –

 

gifts

given to me

by my ancestors.

 

And surely it is also them I

have to thank for the

less visible legacies of

intellect and

character.

 

And I am, too, the

product of my

environment –

 

a love of books and learning

instilled when young

well-worn companions to this day.

 

Now an anomalous

blend of

East and West after

half a lifetime spent

in a home away from

home.

 

And yet…

 

None of this even begins to

penetrate the ambiguities,

barely grazes the surface of my

depths.

 

I’m so much more.

 

I’m the compassionate heart;

the perceptive mind;

the determined will;

the loving soul;

the blood that runs through veins;

the prana that enlivens;

the eyes that see;

the ears that hear;

the hands that touch and comfort and hold.

 

Hold onto what?

 

Hold onto whatsoever

I

deem

important.

 

And now that I think of it,

it’s not just the hands that hold…

 

My mind – conscious and not – holds on to

concepts,

beliefs,

outlived emotions,

all the things I’ve been told,

all the things I’ve read and

seen and heard…

 

All the things I’ve thought I am.

 

Until awakened

questioning – yes;

but not contemplating if a

thought-form was conducive to

wholeness or not…,

 

holding on to

so many that

weren’t.

 

And still I love this mind of mine,

this deep unfathomable enigma…

 

for even as it holds fast to

limited notions of who and

what I am,

it’s all the time

grasping

for the truth

beyond.

 

Broaching the subject and the

boundaries of intellectual

understanding I would have to say

from lived experience that it’s

when we let go of everything –

break through our preconceptions –

that we come

closest to the

 

truth.

 

And what do

I

find

 

when I allow myself to

look and really see,

to perceive with the

heart

as well as the

mind?

 

To look with the

eyes of the

soul?

 

That I’m everything and

nothing

all at once…

 

a divine spark of

life

in human form…

 

an entity made of the same

cosmic building blocks as the

stars in the sky,

the fish in the rivers,

the leaves that rustle in the wind…

 

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

 

Everything – for the

Universe

is contained

within my depths.

 

Nothing – for there is no

“me,”

only the

breath of life

that flows through

all.

 

I am

Life

Love

Birth

Rebirth

Change

Regeneration

Dying

Death…

 

An impermanent

Infinite

breath of

Life.

 

What are we

really

when the flesh is

burned away to

reveal

charred and

brittle bones

and all we are left with is

Truth?

 

That answer will come in its own time, but

for now…

 

I love the

breath of life

that

breathes through me

graces me my days.

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